For the fields of Heshbonlanguish, the vine of Sibmah; the lords of the nationshavebrokendown its choiceplants: theyreacheduntoJaazer, theywandered [through] the wilderness; its shootsstretched out, theywentbeyond the sea.

And joy and gladness is takenaway out of the fruitfulfield; and in the vineyardsthere is no singing, neither is thereshouting: the treaderstread out no wine in the presses, I havemade the cry [of the winepress] to cease.

And now Jehovahspeakethsaying, Withinthreeyears, as the years of a hiredservant, and the glory of Moabshall be brought to nothing, with all thatgreatmultitude; and the remnantshall be small, few, of no account.